Swap Clinic - Heat Wave

 

Idol of Ianus - Put in the Appearance

Picking up with more of last week's requests, this one goes out to IshAsh, hope you enjoy!

 

Underground Swap Clinic - A Real Piece of Shit

 This one fulfill an anonymous request, hope you enjoy! (Warning: Dark as fuck)

"Every so often, I feel about doing this..." the man said to Paul a he shoved the dirty panties Paul had been wearing into his mouth. Paul could only whimper into them and tremble. "But you, you were a REAL piece of shit. Your own daughter, man? That's beyond fucked up." The man applied a healthy amount of tape over Paul's mouth. "We'll definitely make sure to highlight that to potential buyers. Some of them will pay up just for the chance to punish you themselves..." Satisfied, he left the room - Paul chained to the floor, naked other than the tape, in his daughter's body, whimpering and cold...

Paul was never a good father or husband. Paul was in and out of jail for minor crimes, worked for some bad people, and got in deep debt with those people too...  His wife left him as soon as she could, taking Alice with her.A few years later, his wife got sick and passed away. The state brought Alice, now a teenager, back to him despite his criminal record.

They did not have a good relationship. Alice got in legal trouble of her own, ran away a few times, tried to snitch on Paul and the work he did for the "bad people"... But she always ended up right back with Paul. One day, the debts got too high for Paul to pay down with the illicit jobs he was doing. The bad people were coming to break his legs...or worse. Paul drugged Alice and took her to an Underground Swap Clinic site. He planned to swap into her body, let the bad people take out their wrath on her in his old body, and then find a new male body after where he could simply disappear...

 Alice, however, had already made a few contacts in the criminal world.  A few of them worked for this particular site...and they helped her out. Instead of ending up in her dad's body to face punishment, they got her a different, young female body. She was the one who would get a fresh start. Meanwhile, Paul was knocked out as soon as the swap was complete. He'd be sold in an underground auction, with the money going to pay off his debts...

 (One Month Later...)

Alice, in her new body living her new life, had been invited by the wealthy couple who "purchased" her father to check-in on him. What she saw was beyond her wildest imagination...

"'She's' been in there since we brought her home," the man explained. "We've taken to calling her 'Trixie', heh. "She's force fed and watered through that tube in her mouth. Her waste is collected on the other side. And between her legs? That vibrator is set on a low setting, never enough to cum, but it changes every few minutes so she'll never get used to it. She can squirm just a little beneath the seal, but can't say, scratch an itch or tug at that corset for relief. I imagine that it's pretty god damn miserable, haha... Piece of shit deserves it though..."

Alice reached out and touched a thigh...Paul, still in there, twitched it. Now this was a fitting punishment for a real piece of shit... 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - I'm Not Your Daughter

I've been kicking around an idea for this caption for a bit, then Marauder requested a "shift victim held captive by family" caption, so I combined them! Hope you enjoy!

Brock heard the snoring, but he waited...patiently...for several more minutes to make sure this girl's father was really "out". Carefully standing up, he hopped, quietly as he could, toward the window. He had tried the door in his last escape attempt, but couldn't reach the chain latch on the upper half of the door with his hands so bound. He looked out the window at the rain pouring down...plus, it was probably a good eight feet to the ground. She gripped the base of the window with her fingers and tried to lift, but it was locked in place. Suddenly, the "dad" let out a loud snore and groan...then repositioned himself on the couch without waking up. Still, Brock knew he had to think of something, fast...

Brock was working his coffee shop job on a day like any other. Usual customers, usual orders, usual conversations with his coworkers...then, everything went dark. A moment later, he found himself in an unfamiliar house...in the body of a young woman.  There were, of course, feelings of panic and even a little bit of curiosity, but Brock kept a cool head and decided to check out the rest of the house. No one seemed to be home, so he went to leave...maybe he could figure out where he was and get back to his body, or at least to his own home. Instead, as he went to open the door, a middle-aged man burst through.

"Jamie!? Oh thank god," he said as he gently pushed her back inside and then triple locked the door behind him. "I was just up the street on my way to work and then suddenly I was in Phil from next door's body! I thought about going to check on my body in my truck, but wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Look man, I don't know what happened, but I'm not...this girl, this 'Jamie'..." Brock began to explain. "I'm a guy named Brock, and I need to go so I can...

"No chance!" the man cut him off abruptly. "That's my Jamie's body...my little girl...and you and it are staying right here where I can keep an eye on it for when she comes back."

Brock looked at the large man standing between him and the door. He still wanted to get out, but at least if his current body was this guy's daughter, he wouldn't do anything to harm it, right? So he played along. He watched as the man locked every door and window in the house. He went into his bedroom...then returned carrying a shotgun. "Can't be too careful," he explained.

As day turned to night, "Dad" asked Brock to cook some food. Brock had never cooked anything...but he at least managed to heat up some hot dogs that were in the fridge. 

"Thought you had given up meat, heh," dad joked.

"Maybe 'Jamie' did, but I eat it," Brock explained. Dad just stared him down for a long moment. Brock realized that he didn't seem to like being reminded that it wasn't his daughter in his daughter's body.

While Brock cleaned up from dinner, he saw dad enter the bathroom. This was his chance... He snuck over to the door, unlocked the three different locks, and slipped outside. Boobs bouncing, wearing only socks, long hair trailing behind, he took off up the street toward what looked like a main road. It was eerily quiet and quite chilly out. Holding his exposed arms for warmth, he checked all of the street signs, but didn't recognize any of them. Thinking about it, it wouldn't be this cold out in his town at this time of year, either. However he swapped bodies, it must have sent him at least a couple hundred miles north.

"Hey there..." a male voice called from behind him. Brock turned to see a man approaching, his eyes going up and down his new body, checking it out. "Dangerous to be out here alone." 

"Leave me alone, I just want to get home," Brock countered. He stood up tall...only to realize it wasn't exactly intimidating in his current body.

"Feisty, I like it," the man replied, still approaching. Brock took a step back, but could go no further as he pressed into the pole of a street light. The man opened his jacket to reveal a large knife. "Come back to my place with me...I'll keep you safe...and warm...heh heh..."

"GET AWAY FROM YOU HER YOU FUCKER!" the girl's dad called out. Brock barely had time to turn his head before a blast from the shotgun nearly took the man's head off. Brock stood trembling as he watched the man's body collapse to the ground. "What were you thinking!?" dad shouted at Brock as he ran up and grabbed his arm. "We need to get back home! Stay locked in!"

"I'm not your daughter!" Brock shouted, pulling his arm away. "Just let me try to get home!" 

"Hmmm..." the dad grumbled. "I didn't want it to come to this, but..." he very quickly raised the butt of his gun and struck Brock in the head. For the second time that day, everything went dark...

 A short time later, Brock awoke back in the dad's house, in Jamie's bed, head aching. He tried to move, but found his wrists and ankles both bound by tape. "No...No!" he began, pulling at the restraints but failing to get free. "Help! HELP!"

"Good, you're awake,"  the dad began as he entered the room. "I was hoping we could get along, but I can't have you taking my daughter's body away. You'll stay right here, I'll take care of you, and..."

"No dude!" Brock countered, shuffling to the opposite side of the bed while still pulling at the tape. "I'm not your daughter! You can't keep me prisoner here!"

"Hmm. We'll see about that..." dad replied. "I'm not going to listen to you talk this way..." He pulled out the roll of tape and moved toward Brock.

 "No, no, c'mon man..." Brock pleaded to no avail. Unable to get away, dad covered his mouth in tape and wrapped it around his head several times. Dad, frustrated, then left the room. Brock heard him move something heavy in front of the door, trapping Brock within. 

After taking a moment to collect himself, Brock began to hop around the room looking for anything that could help. The door was barricaded shut. The window was locked tight. He dug around in Jamie's desk and dresser for something sharp to cut the tape, but couldn't find anything.

Miserable, terrified, and exhausted from the day, he finally laid down on the bed and passed out. Maybe he'd have better luck in the morning...

 He awoke to daylight pouring through the window, as well as a familiar feeling in his body - a full bladder. He hopped to the door, but it was still locked tight. He managed to bang on it with his elbow and, as loudly as he could, let out a muffled shout. "MMMNNGHHHHFFFF!!"

A few seconds later, he heard dad move the heavy object and open the door. "Ah, finally awake, hope you're ready for a better day today," he began.

"Mmngh," Brock groaned into the gag. He motioned downward with his head, trying to signal that he needed to pee. 

"Ah, right, alright," dad responded. Brock hoped that he'd be unbound for this, but dad instead picked him him up, carried him down the hall to the bathroom, and stood him in front of the toilet. "Now, I don't like this any more than you, but you're staying tied up until I can trust you, so..." he explained as he tugged down Brock's pants. 

After a very awkward bathroom visit for multiple reasons, dad carried Brock into the living room and placed him onto the couch. "I'm going to make some breakfast," he began. He continued to talk to Brock as he cooked. "No cell service, no internet. Seems like this hit everyone everywhere. And Phil's body...he must have sleep apnea or something. I slept all night, but feel exhausted. Throat hurts from snoring."

Once breakfast was ready, dad picked up Brock and seat him at the table. Dad ate first, then removed Brock's gag and began to feed him. Brock wanted to resist, but he was starving... "Feeding you just like when you were little, heh," dad joked.

"Please, sir..." Brock finally said after eating about half the plate of food. "I understand you wanting to protect your daughter's body. But I'm not her. It's not alright that you tied me up. Please, just let me..."

"Hmm, I think you've had enough," dad cut in, dropping the fork and placing the tape gag back onto Brock. 

Dad read to Brock from his various magazines to pass time, then hooked up and old DVD player to the TV and played cowboy movies. "Don't want to jinx it, but it's good we haven't lost power," he mused aloud.  While they were watching one, Brock's mind racing trying to come up with ways to escape, he caught dad looking over at him.

"You know...this being Phil's body...it wouldn't be wrong if..." dad seemed to realize the dark path he was starting down on, pausing briefly. "I've always thought you were so beautiful. Since your mom left...and since our bodies aren't blood related... Yeah, I think you'll spend tonight in my bed..." 

Brock had never been more afraid in his life. Luckily, dad didn't act upon those thoughts immediately...and soon fell asleep on the couch...

Still hearing dad snoring behind him, Brock wondered if he could get to another window. Maybe it wouldn't be locked, maybe it would be as high off the ground... But he couldn't risk waking dad up. Not with what dad was planning for that night...

Then, Brock saw a couple of people walking up the street. Two men and two women. He weighed the options...they could want to do even worse things to him, but maybe they'd help him. He hopped a few steps back, then hopped a few steps forward and dove at the window, shoulder-first, as hard as he could muster. He broke through and fell toward the ground...

...hopefully these people would help him... If not, things were about to get far, far worse...

The Great Shift - Overprotective Dad

 

The Great Shift - Shutting Out

 

Halloween Horror - Great Shift II - "John"

 Today's series focuses on the Great Shift happening again 20 years later and goes out to superbenbat, hope you enjoy!

Magic - Animated GIF - Worse Than Imagined

 

(Fair warning - this is one of the darkest things I've written in a while...)

"Promise me you'll look after her...promise me..." Nick recalled his sister, Sharon, saying soon before she died of cancer. The "her" in this case was his 18 year-old niece Gracie.

"I promise," Nick replied. He'd do anything for his big sister...and he had long been suspicious of his brother-in-law/Gracie's step-dad, Chad. He always hovered around when anyone else talked to Sharon or Gracie, listened in on phone calls, kept track of their online activity... It was very suspicious, but Nick couldn't prove that Chad was doing anything malicious. 

He called Gracie a few times a week and visited every weekend, but she was always under the watchful glare of Chad. One weekend, while sitting in their living room, Chad saw a kid on a bike scrape his truck parked int he driveway. "HEY YOU LITTLE SHIT! GET THE FUCK BACK HERE! ..." he shouted as he ran out of the room after the kid.

"Uncle Nick, you have to help...help me please...get me out of here..." Gracie took the chance to beg Nick.

"What's happening? What's he doing? Of course I'll help, just tell me..." Nick began to ask, leaning toward Gracie. She quickly pulled a syringe from her sleeve - a powerful painkiller Nick recognized as being Sharon's from when she went on hospice. Gracie must have nicked it from the nurse. "What is..." he began to ask, but she quickly stuck him in the thigh and injected half of it. "Gracie! Wh...what...wuhhh..." He collapsed back, the last thing he could remember seeing was Gracie standing over him, saying something in a language he didn't recognize, making odd motions with her hands similar to sign language. Just before everything went black, he saw her inject herself with the rest of the syringe...

"Oh my sweet baby, are you ok?" he awoke to Chad talking to him. "That druggie uncle of yours...stealing your mom's medicine...we'll never see him again, that's for sure. Shooting you up with that stuff... I enjoyed literally tossing him out on his ass..."

Nick blinked a few times as the haze lifted. He was in Gracie's room...in Gracie's bed...then he looked down to see that he was in Gracie's body. The lingering effects of the drug dulled his panic, but he still tried to kick away from Chad and get up.

"Shh, shh, let it pass," Chad consoled him. "Here, I'll get you some water."

As Chad left the room, Nick jumped up, heart racing and head pounding. On the night stand he saw a partially hidden piece of paper with "Nick" written on it. With a trembling hand, he picked up to read it:

"Uncle Nick - I'm so sorry I have to do this. Chad has been abusing my mom for years. She couldn't leave, because he threatened to hurt me if she did. Now that she's gone, he's been doing it to me. I can't take it. After he took my phone, I started reading mom's old books to pass the time. She had one on the occult and it had this spell in it... I'm sorry I had to do it, but I had to get out. You said you'd do anything for me. Maybe you can find a way to get away from him... Gracie"

Nick, in shock for several reasons, dropped the note to the floor moments before Chad returned. "Get away...get away..." he said as he jumped up, pressing himself to the wall as he thought about a way to escape.

"Baby girl, I thought we were past this..." Chad said as he set the drink down. He walked right up to Nick, towering over him in Gracie's petite body. "You owe me. For taking care of you. For taking care of your mom. And with your lousy uncle out of your life, you have nowhere else to go..." He pressed right up against a terrified Nick, trembling in Gracie's body. He kissed Nick's cheek as he reached up and gave one of Nick's sensitive new breasts a hard squeeze...

This was far worse than Nick ever imagined...

Time Travel - Silver Linings

 

Birthday Week - "Swapping for a Woman" Testimonial Trio!

This one goes out to HannahBanna, hope you enjoy!

Good Gurls Rehab - Tough on Delinquency

 This one goes out to Arevisionist, hope you enjoy!

Great Shift Swappr Dates - Married Men Trio!

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The Great Shift - The Interview (Part 2)

 

The Great Shift - Special Treatment

 

Great Shift - Swappr Dates - Plus-Sized Trio!

 

Curse - Happens to All Girls

 

Great Shift Experiences - Brothers to Sisters Edition!

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The Great Shift - Earning Potential

 This one goes out to Robert, hope you enjoy!

Magic - Have You Seen Your Brother? (Animated GIF)

 

"Marlene, have you seen your brother?" Nigel's mother asked. Nigel, cooking dinner Marlene's body, merely turned and shrugged. "This is so unlike him...I'm going to call the school," his mother continued before heading off to find her phone. 

Nigel turned back toward the stove while holding back a huge grin. The plan was working. He brushed his borrowed hair back over his shoulder and looked down at the massive breasts now hanging from his chest. He put his hands over his feminine hips and then slid them over the denim skirt he was wearing. The last time he wore some of Marlene's clothes, his mother nearly had him institutionalized...

"What's cooking, sweetie? It smells great..." Marlene's dad, Nigel's step-dad, asked as he entered from the garage having come home from work. Nigel managed to hide a cringe as he came up from behind and planted a kiss on the top of Nigel's borrowed head.

"Boiling pasta for spaghetti," Nigel replied, finding it both odd and endearing to have his step-sister's voice come out of his mouth. 

"Well I'm glad you're taking your responsibilities seriously after our last discussion. Your future husband will be a very happy man..." Marlene's dad added as he walked away to change out of his work clothes.

Nigel scowled in is direction as soon as he was out of sight. Marlene wasn't kidding about him. "No wonder she wanted out so badly..."

Nigel's father passed away when he was very young, so for most of his life, it was just he and his mother, who became very overprotective as a result. As he got older, he started realizing something else about himself - he was trans. However, his mother wouldn't even begin to consider such a thing. He was her "perfect little man" and that was it. He thought about trying to run away, but just couldn't bring himself to leave her, knowing it would break her heart despite her not letting him pursue transition.

A few years ago, she met Marlene's father at a work function and the two hit it off. His first wife, Marlene's mother, had left him several years prior. After a few weeks of dating, Nigel's mother received a letter from the first wife claiming that he was an old school "women in the kitchen" misogynist and she couldn't take it anymore. He said that she was "crazy" and used evidence of a court order barring her from contact with Marlene to support his argument. 

Marlene and Nigel hit it off well for step-siblings, and she confirmed everything her mother said about her father. He was a master manipulator who treated her like a housewife, refused to let her pursue anything other than a basic education, and forced her to wear only feminine clothing like skirts and dresses. Her mother, an intelligent career woman before their marriage, couldn't take it and left, but he had powerful lawyer friends who cooked up a case against her.

Nigel also confided in Marlene his desire to transition, and she was fully supportive, even giving him some of her old clothing to wear in secret...which his mother found and badly punished him over.

Both Nigel and Marlene felt stuck in their lives...until her mother sent her a secret package containing her grandmother's old spell book. It looked like gibberish to Nigel, but Marlene could somehow read it. Scanning through, she got an idea.

"What if we trade places?" she asked Nigel. "There is a spell in here to swap people's bodies. You get to be a woman and stay here to keep an eye on your mom. I'll be you and I have no issue with running away. I can go find my mom and maybe she can even turn me back into a girl...but if not, oh well. Better to be a guy than be stuck with my dad. He's basically training me to be a housewife and a few of his friends...uh...have shown interest..."

Nigel pretty much stopped listening after "swap bodies". To be a woman...even if he had to deal with Marlene's dad and possibly be married off to one of his older friends...was worth it. He eagerly agreed.

The next day after school, while Nigel's mom was out running errands and Marlene's dad was still at work, Marlene cast the spell. Nigel was in absolute awe at being in her body. It finally felt "right"...and it didn't hurt that she was absolutely gorgeous, either. Marlene, in his body, quickly packed a bag and stole some cash from her father's not-so-secret hiding place. She was going to take a combination of trains, busses, and cabs to get to her mother. The step-siblings gave each other a huge goodbye and then Marlene took off.

"You worry too much, he'll turn up. He's probably off having fun with friends. Young guys do things like that..." Marlene's dad tried to console Nigel's worried mother over dinner.

"It's just so unlike him..." she replied, barely touching her food.

"The pasta is delicious, darling," Marlene's dad complimented Nigel. "But next time, a little more garlic in the sauce."

Nigel nodded. He too could barely eat...he was worried about Marlene...and his mother...but most of all wanted to retreat to Marlene's room to explore his new body. To try on some of her outfits. To simply...live...as a woman. But he would need to be patient to not draw suspicion...

Weeks went by and Nigel's mother grew more and more worried. She tried the police and even hired a PI, but no one could find "Nigel". Nigel, as Marlene, consoled her and the two grew closer than she ever was with the real Marlene.

Meanwhile, being a girl was everything Nigel dreamed. He felt at peace in his own body...and explored it every chance he got. He now wore the skirts and dresses her father used to force her to wear with joy. He performed her feminine household chores with gusto. And one day when he got home from school, he found an odd letter addressed to"Marlene" (quotes and all):

"N, I've found her and we are happy. She used the book to turn me back...with a few upgrades ;) ...I hope you are enjoying your new life. If you get tired of it, you can come join us. Draw a red X on your window with lipstick and we will come for you. Either way, I hope you are happy. M."

Good Gurls Rehab - Trying It On